The Racing Nights

3 | Breakthrough

Lucien

I HAD BAD instincts when it came down to rescuing people. That was the problem, the darker side of me, told me not to interfere. It told me that I should be heartless enough not to care that a girl was about to fly off in pieces from the fast speed of the ride that belonged to Reese, he was too busy holding a grudge on me that he didn't realize that there was a clueless girl in front of him.

Hence the urge to save her, a tiny crack of heart caused me to run faster and catch her in time. She was fragile in my arms when I covered her head and released my body weight to take the hit. It was a minor ache to the back, nothing more.

The terror in her eyes when she gazed into mine and the way her shaky breaths tumbled out of her trembled lips, heartbeat racing against mine through our clothed chests. Her legs in the spaces between mine and my hands clasped around her waist.

It was like the time froze for us, taking it all in before she was lifted away from me by dad, her freaked out mom checked on her like she was broken. I stood up, dusted off my black shirt and glanced at the scared duo. The crowd dispersed after they made sure she was okay.

"Thank you for saving my daughter," I almost grimaced at her mother while the girl ignored me, her cheeks flushed and Reese was taken by the other men, most of them just helped him get away with his motorbike. Sure, he was the infamous son of Reed Byers, the second in place for the royalty racers.

Dad saw that I wasn't going to respond, her mom looked confused at me before he answered for me, "no problem. I'm John Sanders and this is my son, Lucien, I hope you're feeling okay now."

"Yes, I'm good," the girl uttered, she looked up at both of us before she looked back down — her face was like a breath of fresh air, make up free and a goody two shoes. She wasn't like the girls here with their plastic surgeries and fake boobs, she was foreign to me, like outer space.

"Nice to meet you, John. I'm Felicia and this is my daughter, Caitlyn." She introduced.

Caitlyn, I like the sound of that. I assessed her petite frame before I smirked at her.

The sound of her stomach interrupted the conversation and a relentless bubble of laughter inside of me just cracked up. They all peered over at me like I had three heads as I held my stomach and laughed.

"We should go." Her mom excused and Caitlyn scowled at me, it was a nice contradiction to her reddened cheeks.

"That was rude, you're lucky your mom wanted take out," John commented.

"Let's get moving, then. I have studies to catch up on."

"Well, about that, I did tell your mom where I was going," dad confessed and I face palmed myself. I took deep breaths, but my rage wanted to come out. "She isn't going to say anything." He promised.

"She better not. This race is a grant to my freedom and I won't let you both take that away from me." I seethed with hatred, and the disappointment flashed in my dad's eyes before it disappeared.

"No worries, I expect full grades from you."

He couldn't f*****g tell me that I did something good earlier — he was too consumed about getting me into some shitty high school and sending me away.

I opted for not saying anything when we walked to the cashier. It was like the law of attraction, she looked away and that compelled me to take a glimpse of the way she tied her hair up before she gulfed down her chicken sandwich, mayo dipped on the side of her lip before she licked it.

She focused on her mom before her eyes betrayed her and she shifted her vision to me, I winked at her, causing the same flustered reaction again. I f*****g liked it too much, how she was sneaky with her glances and how she purposely grabbed a fry to seduce me.

Or maybe it was all in my head. I was full of myself and I was confident about it.

"Here you go, double cheese fries and a steak sandwich. Enjoy your meal." Lola Evans, a drop out and former racer, handed the order to my dad and pretended she didn't know me.

"You missed out on the race tonight." I informed her and she huffed before her hazel eyes glared at me. She was a sourpuss because I beat her boyfriend.

"I don't have the energy to fight, Sanders. Get out of my face," dad left the diner and I rested my hand under my chin.

"You didn't say that when you were sucking my dick." I flicked her nose and got out of the rusty diner.

We drove over the bridge and to satan's hell, which was my welcoming abode. A f*****g mansion with lifeless people, back to the Hagrid's dungeon.

Mom came out with a quilt over her and she furrowed her eyebrows, her crocodile tears spilled as she voiced out her concern for me, "I was so worried, Lucien. Why would you run out like that?" She wept and I refrained from an eyeroll.

"At least, your acting is getting better," I pinpointed sarcastically, a yawn escaped me, I had the same scorn like all other people, "goodnight, guys."

Mom stood still and silent because she knew she would trigger a worse comeback if she spoke to me.

"I'm dropping you off to school tomorrow." Dad had to rub it in my face.

"Whatever." I hollered back.

I snorted at the big picture frame in the middle of our entry way to my room, it was ironic behind the happy picture was a f****d up sadistic story that had two cheating couple, each had pleasures with other people. My parents were in an open relationship, they f****d whoever yet remained married.

My mind targeted the annual race like an arrow to the board. It was my ticket out of here and away from the psychopath family.